Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 167 is about Ultra Warriors; we're saved.

Mordred truly experienced what malice meant this time.

Within the vast galaxy, there are countless planets, yet the Emperor chose to go to Devon, a hive world deeply connected to the Shadowmoon Wolves.

If you were to ask which worlds within the Empire could make you laugh out loud, there are countless options. There are always some bizarre worlds that can make you feel the diversity of life and genuinely believe the profound truth that reincarnation is truly a skill.

According to the empire's map, 80% is a world of death, and in the remaining 20%, if you're lucky, you can become a feudal lord, but if you're unlucky, even the lowest-level hives will welcome you, letting you experience what it means to have free and sweet air.

But in terms of influence, Devon is definitely on the list, because it was in this world that the first loyal Primarch Horus died.

Without a doubt, even Mordred had to admit that Horus was indeed a model among the Primarchs, truly beyond reproach. If he were to be chosen as the Warmaster, then he would only be letting Johnsen down.

It's not that Horus was unparalleled in military prowess, and his successor wasn't some common soldier who would just draw his sword and fight each other. What was important was intelligence, balance, and the ability to govern the empire.

What good is being good at fighting? In this world, it's all about power. Vashtor is such a pathetic guy, yet he still comes up with a plan like leading troops into Lo, a plan that even Magnus would laugh at. It's because he has no base of support.

The three essential elements to becoming a god are: first, you must be strong, at least have a certain level of prestige, and not just be an ordinary person on the street.

Secondly, there must be believers or a native race. Just look at the birth of the Slaanesh to understand. The Eldar Empire was the overlord that dominated the galaxy for millions of years, and that's how they managed to raise a Slaanesh.

The third is sacrifice. Whether it's voluntary or involuntary, or just because you're itching to scratch your butt, if you want to ascend to the highest godhood, you will inevitably perish with the overlord. Moreover, the larger and stronger the race, the more powerful the god it sacrifices.

Look at the Old Ones. These so-called Old Ones are super toads that would be at least on par with the Great Old Ones in other races. The echoes of their demise, along with the remnants of the War of Heaven, directly shook three chaotic entities.

Even Slaanesh is associated with the Old Saints, after all, Slaanesh is an old artist who survived only by inheriting the legacy of the Old Saints.

"So you mean this is all a trap? But those four good-for-nothings are so afraid of this flame, I have to get it."

The Emperor was right. If you fall behind, you will be attacked. Without this force to help you, you can only be a half-player and have no power to fight against the four peddlers.

Perhaps it was because of his long-term contact with Mordred, who could drive people crazy at times, but the Emperor could feel her care.

This meant that his unintentional actions towards Macado had taken root, and even though his emotional intelligence prevented him from saying the right thing, he still tried his best to comfort him:
"You bastard, just like you don't want to be the War General, I don't want to be the Emperor either. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, but when I look around, I become the tallest one."

The window of opportunity in the warp is so short. If we can't complete the expedition and build our own human network within this time, it will be too late.

"Fine!"

Mordred accepted this somewhat resigned explanation, but he was not some indifferent bystander who watched the tragedy unfold:
“Our grand plan needs to be changed. I’ve now made contact with Vashtor, and his motives are easy to guess, but I can’t guarantee that those four good-for-nothings aren’t involved.”

As for Devon, if you ever steal the Flame in the future, don't hesitate to blow this world up. I have a feeling that our enemies aren't just the Four Little Vendors..."

The Emperor immediately taught Mordred his method of defaulting on debts: Old Deng, whose credit score was already negative, and Young Deng, whose credit score was about to turn negative. Why should you pay back a debt you owed based on your own ability?
It's no wonder that Johnson is the Emperor's favorite son. Mordred, being naive, only thought of tricking Vashtor, but he didn't expect that Old Man Huang was even more unscrupulous, setting up one trap after another, teaching Mordred how to harm his allies step by step.

But the act had to continue. To divert attention, the Emperor stripped Mordred of his Warlord title in front of everyone the next day and banished him to Shadowmoon Wolf, sending Horus to teach him how to be a subject. He was then sent to the Great Crusade. Upon hearing this news, Johnsen, who was busy slaying aliens, was more upset than anyone else. Mordred had promised to nominate him for Warlord in the next election; he rarely had such a compatible brother, and now he was truly doomed.

As for Atlas, he just went about his business. His father not being a war commander didn't stop them from making money everywhere. If they couldn't rob openly, they could steal in secret, right? At worst, they could just execute a few more people who knew the truth; the little secrets would still be exposed.

On the contrary, the Terran officials were overjoyed. That plague god was finally gone, and they no longer had to live in fear every day. They had to set off a couple of firecrackers to celebrate.

And the best part is that, since Mordred was dismissed, Atlas can no longer stay in Holy Terra, and those stubborn Imperial Fist guys are easy to fool.

The only thing that displeased them was that another legion was going to be sent to Holy Terra, apparently transferred from Macragge. But at least the Ultramarines were better than those Atlas lunatics; they were reasonable!

To celebrate this momentous occasion, fireworks and firecrackers in Holy Terra were sold out, and the area around Starport was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers to welcome the Ultramarines' triumphant return, with even blue ribbons hanging up.

Looking at Mordred sprawled on the sofa, chuckling coldly, Horus thought his brother was acting strangely after suffering a blow, and comforted him:
"Brother, don't worry. I still have some connections in Terra. I guarantee Atlas won't be purged. If they dare to attack your legion, I'll be the first to punish them."

"Hehehe, Horus, you still underestimate me, Mordred. You think you can settle scores with me? They should think about how to survive! Come here, I'll tell you a little secret."

As is human nature, even Primarchs enjoy hearing gossip, let alone Horus, who grew up in the gang-ridden world of Krzunia.

"Although I was dismissed from my post, before that I was still the Imperial War Marshal and had the authority to deploy legions."

Horus knew this. The reason he had been delayed in Tranquility for so long was because of the handover. This was also why the main Atlas force stayed in Tranquility to transport goods, while Mordred only followed Shadowmoon Wolf in a single Luna-class cruiser.

"But I remember that it was the Ultramarines who deployed Holy Terra. With an ambitious person like Guilliman, I feel like he would do something bad behind the scenes."

Although everyone thought Mordred and Horus were incompatible, they actually had a good relationship in private, and most of the illustrations in the Roman She-Wolf magazine were actually drawn by Horus.

The Emperor will never know that his two most favored sons had actually been in cahoots, and even the seemingly upright Vulcan had participated. Otherwise, why would Mordred have called him unreliable?

And don't let Vulcan's seemingly dull appearance fool you; he's revered as the Lord of Fire Dragons, possesses top-notch forging skills, writes beautifully, and his drawing abilities are unparalleled—even his diary is illustrated.

"Who said that the Ultramarines are the ones who stayed behind in Holy Terra? Ultramar isn't just the Ultramarines."

"Ah, this..." Horus also plopped down on the sofa. If it was that legion, let alone a purge, he'd better send a message to tell them to behave themselves.

"Would you like to try some of our Shadowmoon Wolves' specialties? This is a professional chef I hired from Terra."

"Let's go!"

Meanwhile, the nobles and officials far away in Holy Terra also saw the Glory Queen-class warship slowing down and docking. It was blue, no problem!
"Quickly, bring out all the evil deeds Atlas committed, and His Highness Guilliman will avenge us!"

(End of this chapter)